Jason Drew is Silver High's golden boy. Star quarterback. Captain of the football AND the hockey team. Straight A student. Your typical ladies' man. Cocky yet all around nice guy. Laid-back. Straight as a pole... Blake Kingston is the school's bad boy. Trouble-maker. Has been suspended many times. Very short-tempered. Plays girls like a true player. Doesn't really care about anything. Straight as a pole... But poles can be bent, right?

A tragic tragedy of a girl who can't throw a damn football, and a boy who can't teach anything to save his life. Let alone teach a poor girl how to throw a ding dang football. And who both live in a //country// where football is lived, breathed, and a deadly cause. Kind of like water is; ❛Important but deadly.❜ ❝You suck at teaching football, Football Boy❞

❝Where a girl hates to say Hello‚ and a guy hates to say Goodbye.❞ ¶Written by two freshmens of different school levels¶

Five teenagers, five stories. All yearning to be told. [ temporary cover; credits for style used for the cover go to @hepburnettes ] #weneeddiversebooks #FreeMentalIllness #youngadultreads

"Lies and secrets are like cancer in the soul. They eat away the good and leave only destruction behind." Since finding out about her past and moving into her future, Chloe's new life has taught her to take every day as it comes. Trying to balance her singing career, her familial relationship, and her new mate the Prince is not the easy feat she thought it to be. Now, she's getting texts from a person who definitely doesn't seem to have her best interests at heart. In fact, they're getting downright stalkerish. She's determined not to let this put a damper in her relationship between her and Ethan. Except now the messages are getting worse and worse and she's not sure how much longer she'll be able to hold out before the threats get to be too much.

Ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ ｔｈｅ ｓｅｑｕｅｌ ｔｏ Ｌｉｔｔｌｅ Ｍｉｓｓ Ｂａｂｙｓｉｔｔｅｒ． Ｙｏｕ ｄｏ ｎｏｔ ｈａｖｅ ｔｏ ｈａｖｅ ｒｅａｄ Ｌｉｔｔｌｅ Ｍｉｓｓ Ｂａｂｙｓｉｔｔｅｒ ｔｏ ｕｎｄｅｒｓｔａｎｄ １００% ｏｆ ｔｈｉｓ ｓｔｏｒｙ． ☯ ☯ His face held no emotion except serenity. His lips were curved upward in a barely-there smile and his eyes were clear as a day at sea. And then, it came near- his face- until his nose was but inches from mine. And then breathing was a thing of the past. "You should be scared." He whispered, his breath smacking my face like punches from cupid. My eyes fluttered closed on their own accord, as if he stared into them for much longer, he would be able to see what screaming emotion was twirling about in my stomach. He said in the same sultry voice, "But you don't have to be." Then he pushed his lips against mine and the world dripped through my fingers like sand. ☯ ☯ I'll try to explain who I was before I met the Rider brothers. I led a somewhat secluded life, never questioning my morals and swearing by the rules. Little did I know I would become a truck-stealing, skinny dipping, high-on-life teenager. But trust came with change, and I had never really learned how to trust. There never was a reason to trust, but when I moved to my hometown, Los Angeles, I realized that I did have a reason. That reason? Simple. The Rider twins. ☯ ☯ © Copyright 2014 No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher

Scarlett has always dreamed of the summer romance her mother had: traveling to some European country (either with a band of your classmates or alone) and falling in love. She wants the summer romance that you’d find in novels; you know, the ones where you’d spend countless nights gazing at the stars with ‘the one’. Scarlett’s almost certain that she’ll get her romance this summer—with Pierre, her best friend in France. After all, every summer, Scarlett’s dad, who’s French, would send her off to Lyon, to live with her grandparents. However, a change of plans this year causes Scarlett Mayeaux to remain in the scalding Californian heat. Pissed at the fact that she probably won’t start anything with Pierre this summer, Scarlett is even more shocked when she finds out that her parents will be sending her off to Arizona, to participate in a summer camp known as Camp Cactus. It’s bad enough that she’s going to have to live in the middle of nowhere for the next two months, but things go from bad to worse when Scarlett realizes that she’ll be attending Camp Cactus with her arrogant, picture perfect French cousin, Agnès, who’ll be visiting the States this summer. Agnès is everything Scarlett wished she were: tall, beautiful, skinny, European…It’s bad enough that Agnès looks like a Barbie, but to make things even worse, all the boys at Camp Cactus seem to be chasing after Agnès like lost puppies, dying to get her attention. So now, rejected with a failing love life, Scarlett is having the worst summer of her life. Until, that is, she reconnects with an old childhood friend and meets Spencer, her camp counselor. ---- Hiatus for now. Blame college and the stupid homework that comes with it.

A/N: This is an unedited, significantly different version of the soon to be published novel by losangelesque aka L. Akhter. This draft was written when I was 15-18 years old and I highly encourage new readers to read the published version instead. Former high school football star Frank Novak meets profound and depressed loner Lolita Abri - and falls headfirst into love. Throughout the course of one school year, they unravel each other and their sadness, setting apart their differences and realizing that sometimes love isn't enough - and sometimes it just might be. [FIRST DRAFT] Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GXTbhopy9ts © All Rights Reserved. Teen Fic #7 A Wattpad Featured story

"You walk around like you don't need anyone, yet, you crave for some human companionship," he smirks down at me as he cages my body against the wall with his arms. "And you act like you have the world in your hands when in reality it's crumbling around you," I retort with an unwavering gaze. I'm tired of people thinking that I can be intimidated whenever, labeling me as if I'm just another product on the shelf. Do you have to walk around in life with a label on your forehead determining who you're going to be? "Deep down, you want me, I can see it in your eyes, you crave me," he strokes my cheek with his knuckles. What the hell is he supposed to be, a snickers chocolate bar? 'You crave me,' do I look like Edward Cullen to him? "And you can just go fuck yourself," I pull my face away before kneeing him in the crotch. That's right Mr. Bad Boy, not every girl falls at your feet. Avery Thaller and Jericho Santana, two people living in a world full of cliques and clichés suddenly clash by the hands of fate, or by an overly conceited bad boy that thinks he can get whatever he wants when he wants it. She's fine living life without the baggage that comes with people, he wants to be noticed. They hate each other, don't understand the other, but why do they keep crossing paths no matter how hard she tries not to? Why do the clique leaders continue to pursue this 'nobody'? Could this bad boy be falling for someone so average?